Worried
Here I am, balanced on the edge of a knife
Drifting in thought, searching for life
Worried now, more so then any other day
Images come and go, stay and leave as they may
Sleep has left, Peace with it hand in hand
Head hurts, brains feel like drums in a band
Acceptance and sorrow are coming up soon
Closer and closer with each pass of the moon
Hopes and dreams keep the balance so sure
Love and courage keep me warm like thick fur
Time passes now, slowly events will unfold
What should be said, will no doubt be told...














Comments
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I miss my icons.....
blegh...
I think that a poem without any rhyme is no poem.
It sounds like a child discovering the size and brutality of the human world.
However the lines aren't in order then.
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Phoenix
the only one
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My Photography | Deviant Gallery | decemberdesigns cafe shop
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Don't try to read the signature, that is impossible. Instead only realize the truth, "there is no signature" . Then you will see that it is not you who read the signature, but the signature who reads you.
great work!
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